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Old 07-10-2007, 01:30 PM   #1
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BING-bong! The chiming of the doorbell set off the dogs in a cacophony of howls and barks and I had no choice but to get out of bed. The alarm clock read 8:52 -- I guess I had hit the snooze button a few times already. But that was the joy of working form home. No need to hop out of bed, get dressed and on the road before dawn to beat the rush hour -- "rush" my ass, the creep hour it should be called. But in lieu of raises, we were given a day a week of telecommuting and I managed to take mine on Friday, setting up a three day weekend. Whoever was at the door at this hour was taking their life in their hands.

Where the hell was my husband? Oh right! it was his golf day. His internal clock had him up at 6 a.m. no matter what. At least I had trained him to get up and out quietly, without waking me. It only took a few well placed elbows to his parietal bone when he tried to get frisky while it was still dark to teach him to cease and desist. Just because he was "up" at that hour didn't mean I wanted any part of it. Besides, it was usually a piss hard on and wouldn't last long enough to get me going.

I got the robe off the handle of the bedroom door wand was still wrapping it around me when I got to the entry. I looked out through the side window and took a look at the invader. It was a guy I didn't know dressed for construction: painters pants with all the pockets, a wife beater tee shirt with a contractors logo on the chest and a baseball cap with an abbreviated version of the same logo. A shock of beach-bum blond hair poked out under it and shaded s craggy yet still boyish face. The defined musculature of a blue collar worker was obvious in that get up. I saw the pick-up truck with the same logo parked in the driveway. Two indistinct shadows waited inside.

I opened the door a crack and asked "may I help you?"

"Hi. Your husband asked me to stop by and take a look at your patio. He wanted an estimate on a patio cover?"

My mood changed instantly. Since the day we bought this house, a month after our wedding three years ago, I had been bugging Ron about getting the patio covered. We needed a room just for relaxing and entertaining and that seemed the cheapest way to go. He kept putting it off -- like he did with everything that cost money. But now he had surprised me and arranged for someone to give us an estimate. I was ecstatic with him and with the stranger in front of me. "Do come in" I beamed and opened the door so he could come inside.

"Do you mind if I bring in my crew?" he asked "it will go a lot quicker".
"Not at all. Whatever you need" I replied."Let me put the dogs in the garage, though". He signaled the guys in the truck and they were out the door and in the house in seconds. He introduced himself as Jeff and gave me their names which I promptly forgot. They headed for the sliding door out onto the concrete slab we laughingly called out "patio" and started measuring and talking among themselves. There seemed to be a lot of low, masculine laughs with glances my way. But a woman with 40 DDs gets used to that kind of reaction. I'd learned to ignore it by the time I was in my 20s and 30 years later it barely fazed me. I went into the kitchen and found that Ron had made a full pot of coffee before he left and put it in the carafe with a note that said 'enjoy, Sleeping Beauty'. What a sweet man.

I stuck my head outside and asked the guys if they wanted any coffee. Jeff told me he took his black and the other guys just mumbled 'no thanks'. I went back to the kitchen, fixed mine an Jeff's cups and brought them to the dining room table. Just about then he pushed the slider open and joined me. The other guys came in and shut the slider behind them. One leaned against it and the other headed for the front door. I ignored him.

I pointed to the cup I had made for Jeff and he sat down and took a sip. "I'll send the estimate to your husband, Lisa" he said. I was surprised by his use of that name. It's similar to mine but not quite right. My given name is so unique I have never met of another woman with it. I didn't bother to correct him but just answered "that's probably best. Ron makes all the money decisions."

"yes, but you have another decision to make." he said as he took my hand. I tried to pull away but his grip was too firm. I stopped struggling quickly and said "what are you talking about?"

"Your husband told me all about your situation. He has tried to get you to fuck another man since the day he married you. But you don't have any interest -- you keep telling him that he is all you want or need. Well, he's gotten tired of waiting. He asked me and my buddies to help you along." As if on cue, the guy at the patio door turned the key in the lock, removed it an put it in his pocket. He stepped around behind me and put his massive hands on my shoulders to keep me from getting up. I heard noises at the front door and we were soon joined by the final member of the team.

Jeff continued "He's gotten tired of trying to convince you. He says that after three years you have only gotten to the point where you joke about it, but you are nowhere near ready to enjoy another man. He's frustrated. he wants you to enjoy other cocks, to let him see you enjoying them. he wants you to be the girl you were when he was dating you, the girl who sucked his cock on the first date, who took him to your bed before you could pronounce his last name. He figures if you just try it a few times you will remember how much fun it was and get back into it. And even if you don't at least he'll have the pleasure of watching you get thoroughly fucked and used."

I couldn't believe my ears! Yes, Ron had talked to me about swinging. He had shared his previous girlfriends and told me how it excited him, that he really wanted me to do it. I finally got to the point where I believed he meant it, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't believe he would force me into it. it just wasn't like the sweet man I had come to love. Kinky as hell, yes, but basically sweet and loving. No! He would never ever make me do this, have a man force me. especially with what he knew I had been through.

Jeff went on. "Don't worry. We are not going to hurt you. But the three of us are each stronger than you. We simply aren't going to take 'no' for an answer. We will be as gentle as we can be, but we are going to get what we want, which is your pussy and your mouth and maybe your ass. If you force us to get rough, we won't stop until we have fucked every hole. If you go along, we may leave it in its virginal state."

Oh my god! the knew all about me! Ron must have told them. How else would they know I had never had anal sex. I fought my ex to keep it form happening - even drew blood. Ron said he didn't really need my ass, my pussy was so tight. the thought that my husband had betrayed me this way hurt me deeply. It took all the wind out of my sails. Any fight I may have had in me just drained. I sagged physically and Jeff sensed it.

"That's the girl" he said. Lay back and enjoy. I was numb and just let him and his partners do what they wanted. I felt hands all over me as they undressed me. I hadn't put on a bra so as soon as they opened my robe my breasts were exposed. what is it about large breasts that mesmerize men? They all looked at them as though they had been hypnotized. Jeff bent and began to lick and nibble at one nipple. My nipples had never been very sensitive. But as he nibbled his hands started squeezing my breast at the base. That always got me going, and even in my benumbed state, it still had some effect. The guy behind me started squeezing my other breast and bent and started kissing my neck and shoulders -- probably because it was all he could reach from his position. Nonetheless, it also started to have an effect on me. I became warm in all my female places.

I was well along the way to menopause and it took a lot to turn me on. It's not that I was hot to trot from their efforts. It's just that it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Maybe part of that was the memories that had started to flood out. When I was in college and still a virgin I had gone on a date with a football player -- the usual hero worship, big man on campus with the little nobody form the back woods. We went to his room after the movie and I had been too stupid to realize that he expected at least a blow job in exchange for his company. When I said "no" it set him off and he used his weight and strength to take what he wanted. I guess it was easier to force my legs apart and slide my panties over than it was to force it into my mouth because that's what he did. My cries of "please don't" were swallowed by his massive chest. It had been so confusing. I thought it was so wrong, I felt so guilty. At the same time I felt so dirty in a hot way. He came quickly but it wasn't over. He paused a few seconds, then started to thrust again. He got hard again and this time he pounded into my vagina for what seemed like hours. At some point, despite my tears, my fears, my anguish, I felt something I had never felt. I was so ashamed of feeling that way. Over the years, those feeling often came back during sex, even with Ron. Sometimes I just wanted to be taken that way -- not given a choice, not made love to but just taken, hard fast, long.

Jeff got out of his pants and the third partner slid my panties aside (I always sleep in them despite Ron trying to talk me out of that habit) and started fingering my pussy. His index finger was as thick as some cocks I had had and he was hitting the deep spot that made me tingle. It was a mixture of pain from his roughness with occasional electric shocks as he found just the place. My mind was off in space somewhere. I wasn't part of this, I certainly wasn't enjoying it, but it was like a dream. It wasn't horrible but it was like it wasn't happening to me, like I was watching someone else getting violated.

My numbness was interrupted by Jeff picking me up with his arms under my ass and carrying me to the couch. He set me down on the arm, pulled my panties down and off of one leg. he left them dangling obscenely on the other. He then stepped between my thighs and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. One of his partners knelt on the couch behind me and started in again on my breasts. The final one stood next to me and took my face in his hand and turned it toward him. I hadn't seen him remove his pants but his hard cock bobbed in front of my mouth. He took my hand and wrapped it around it at the base and, with his hand on mine, he directed it toward my lips. He painted my lips with the drop of precum which had formed at the tip, then with a gentle thrust of his hips, he pushed it past my softly parted lips. At the same instant Jeff entered me. Both of them were bigger than I was used to, but not porn star big. I was experienced enough to know that the biggest effect of size was visual. Seeing a man with a large cock triggers all sorts of feelings about wow, how masculine. But within a fairly broad range, big enough is really enough. Bigger, at least for me isn't a turn on - it's downright painful. Jeff was at the upper end of big enough. He touched my cervix with most thrusts but didn't pound into it painfully. He stretched my membranes and made contact with all the places meant to be touched. He felt good but I was still in that semi-dazed state where I wasn't a part of what was happening. I was not feeling anything about the cock in my mouth except when it interfered with my breathing and I had to open my mouth. Jeff fucked me for a few minutes then his face took on the changes that announced that he was close to cumming. I was no longer fertile so I really didn't care about him cumming in me but I didn't feel that way about the cock in my mouth. I hated swallowing. Ron had taught me to let him cum in my mouth and spit it out so he didn't have to withdraw, but even he couldn't get me to accept swallowing his cum. But even more than swallowing, I hated my face or hair to be coated in jism. I began to worry about what the stranger with a cock in my mouth had in mind. Not that I had a lot of choices.

Jeff erupted, then held onto me tightly as he emptied his balls inside of me. the noise of his orgasm pushed the guy in my mouth over the edge. He started to pull out, presumably to spray me, but I grabbed his cock and held it inside my mouth, at the front. I blocked his semen from my throat with my tongue and as son as the spurts subsided I let him slide out and I spit his gobs of goo out over my lips. He gave me a look like he wanted to hit me, but he didn't do anything.

As soon as Jeff was done, he backed away and the guy who had been behind him took his place. His cock was even bigger and I worried as he placed it at the vestibule. The head slid past my labia with minimal discomfort and once in the already-plowed channel of my vagina it wasn't painful. Perhaps the thorough fucking I'd already received had relaxed me. But as soon as I stopped worrying I felt a sharp internal stabbing. that pile driver slamming against my cervix was like a punch that took the wind out of me. I have never enjoyed pain and this was no difference. the enjoyment I should have felt from every nerve in my pussy being stimulated by that massive organ was eliminated by the agony that terminated each thrust. I tried to will myself back to that dream-like numbness but I couldn't. The pain kept interrupting. Like my college rape, my emotions were confused. I felt wicked and bad and somehow good but mostly wrong. It seemed to go on forever. Gradually the pain dulled and the stimulation got stronger. I lost myself in being buffeted by the power of his thrusts. I found myself wrapping my arms around him, pulling my face against his ear and saying over and over, almost stuttering "fuck me harder ... f..f..f.uck me harder .... h..h..h.arder" and when I came I screamed like I had never screamed. Not words just noises, primal animal screams, a bitch in heat. It aroused them all to new heights. My memories became a blurr - hard cocks in my cunt an mouth, between my tits, cum covering me and I didn't care, my face, my hair my tits. I neared unconsciousness when I felt my anus tingling. My consciousness returned enough to realize that the hug-cocked guy was fucking me again and Jeff was behind me with his fingertip in my anus. Ron had played like that a few times, putting a fingertip in my butt as I was about to cum. But he never went any further. Jeff didn't stop.

His thick finger entered me and rocked in cadence with the cock fucking my cunt (I hated that crude, offensive word, but it seemed right for what I had become). I didn't protest. How could I after what I had accepted so willingly. I was beginning to moan from all the stimulation when I felt him remove his finger. It was replaced with something so much thicker pressed against my sphincter. I knew what he planned and I begged him "no! you promised". he bent and nibbled my earlobe and whispered "I lied." I felt him press his weight into me. I was slick with all the cum and sweat and vaginal juices that had drained out of me and the very tip entered with minimal resistance. I screamed a different scream as my sphincter opened to receive his cock millimeter by millimeter. With a pop, his head was past and his progress became faster, smoother. It burned oh god it burned and it hurt so bad. then I felt the pressure climbing higher inside of me. The burning subsided to a warmth. The hurt became just a pressure and somehow the fullness became not entirely a bad thing. I felt the cock in my cunt begin to slide against the cock in my anus - a strange feeling like I was inhabited by creatures with lives of their own. The warmth spread throughout my insides, not just my gut but my vagina and I was lost in a new sensation. I returned to the mindless state and let myself drift in a mixture of feelings unlike anything I'd ever felt.

I don't remember it ending. I don't remember them leaving me alone in the bed, but that's how I found myself later. I looked out the window and noticed that the sun was low in the sky. the clock said 5:47. It must be p.m. Had we been at it all day. I heard the car pull up and the door slam and a key in the front door.

"Honey, I'm home" Ron shouted form the entry. I didn't say a word. He made his way to our bedroom. "What have you been up to all day?"

"You fucking son of a bitch! What have I been up to? Your god-damned rapists have been here you bastard. I have been fucked every which way by your friends. I am covered in cum. I am sore in every hole, my tits are fucking bruised. But mostly I am ashamed of my asshole of a husband! How could you do that to me? How could you have me forced? I knew you were a god damned pervert but I thought you would respect my limits. I thought you could deal with my needs when they didn't match yours. I never thought you would betray me you son of a bitch!" I screamed like a banshee. He had never heard me like that and I had never seen a look like that on his face.

"Baby, I genuinely don't have any idea what you are talking about! I never told anyone to rape you, I never told anyone where you lived. I haven't done anything of the sort."

"Don't play dumb with me you bastard! They knew all about your desire to see me fucked. They knew all about us and me and how to turn me on. They knew my ass was virgin. They even seemed to know about my previous rape - they knew I wouldn't fight, that if they simply threatened to overpower me I'd go along with it. I hate you for that more than anything, the betrayal of my confidence, of our secrets. You son of a bitch I hate you hate you hate you."

"Baby, you have to believe me, I never told anyone such things about you - at least not in detail, not to make it happen. You know I go into chat rooms and talk with other guys who want to see their wives fucked. But it's all fantasy -- no details, no 'here's her name and address'. Id never do that to you - have you taken against your will. Sure guys talk and I may have mentioned some things - like your virgin ass but I never gave them any details that would make it possible.

"Shit -they even knew we wanted a porch built - that's what they used to get in here" Ron's face went white. "Oh shit baby. I remember talking to once guy who said he was in construction and mentioning maybe he could kill two birds with one stone - you know, joked about building my porch and fucking my wife. But I swear I never set anything up with him."

Something Jeff had said came back to me. "What do you tell them my name is when you chat?" I asked him. "Lisa" her replied. "It's close enough that I get off calling you that. But I'd never give your real name - you know how unique it is. I really do try to protect you from any predators who might be out there. I never want my fantasy to get you hurt."

"Well, asshole, it didn't work. One of the predators must have been smarter than you." he thought for a while and answered "Well, he can see my ISP and find out who the provider is. If he has a buddy who works for the cable company I suppose he could search the records to find out my name and address. But I never thought anyone would go to all that trouble. Hell there are so many wives who want to get fucked why bother with the ones who don't."

"Maybe he has fantasies of his own that he can't get fulfilled by willing partners" I answered. "Fantasies about fucking an unwilling wife with a stupid husband. Fantasies where he and his buddies can commit a rape of a victim who won't report it, because the husband would be in just as deep shit."

He looked at me sheepishly and said quietly " I'm so sorry baby. but at least you know I'm just a stupid asshole, not the kind of son of a bitch who would hand you over to a rapist." He gave me a shit-eating smile and I couldn't help but laugh -- at him, but at least I laughed. He came over and put his arms around me. "Don't you touch me you stupid son of a bitch. You may not have betrayed me intentionally but you still got me fucked against my will" I glared at him, but he reads me too well not to see my anger was beginning to fade.

"I'm sorry baby, I really am. But since you brought it up, how was it? The fucking I mean?"

I glared at him and didn't say a word for a while. Let the bastard stew.
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"Do you think he'll send an estimate like he promised?"
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Written specially for my fellow want-to-see-my-wife-get-raped fantasists (you know who you are). A twist on the old "be careful what you wish for .. you might get it" theme
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